You spank the waitress

Taking the hint, you pick up the paddle and eagerly await Amy's return. Julia seems pleased that you intend to take the young waitress in hand, a very different attitude to men castigating women from the one you are used to hearing from her.

When Amy brings the bottle of wine and glasses, she sees the object in your hand and immediately becomes apprehensive, finding it difficult to concentrate on her duties of pouring the claret and offering it to you to taste. This is enough for you to know that action is required.

"Amy, I realize you're nervous and worried about the interview you have coming up, but it's not acceptable to allow that to affect your work. You need to be professional at all times, no matter what distractions are in your life; you owe your employer your full concentration. Now, come over my knee."

"Yes, sir," the slim teenager's voice is barely above a whisper as she stretches herself lithely over your lap, placing her palms flat on the floor and arching her back to push her bottom out in the perfect position for your beating.

You pull up her skirt to reveal tight tanned buttocks separated by the narrow string of a black thong that allows you full access without needing to be removed, so you wield the paddle without delay, smacking the light plastic five times rapidly into first one cheek and then the other. As you return to the first cheek for a second set of five, you hear the first whimper from your callipygian waitress, but the depth of her sun-bronzing makes it difficult for you to judge just how great an effect the insubstantial rectangle is having.

*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP* The paddle dances over the whole surface of her buttock, making it jiggle and squirm prettily. You're pleased her position doesn't rest her belly on your lap, as your crotch is feeling constricted enough from the sight alone, without the added stimulation of a shapely tum pressed into your groin.

*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP* Amy's whimpers turn to wails when you move on to the other cheek once more and you wonder whether she is putting it on or the paddle is genuinely more intense than you thought, so you pause for a moment to test the heat in her flesh with your hand.

At once, you jerk your hand back. Her bottom is scorching hot and when you look more closely, you can even see where a blister is threatening to form. With a couple of gentle smacks, you tell Amy to get back on her feet and the well-chastened brunette complies with alacrity, tears rolling down her face as she sniffles miserably.

"Thank-you for spanking me, sir," she snivels, smoothing her skirt back into place, "I'll try harder not to let my private life intrude on my work. May I please pay for your meal as a sign of my gratitude, sir?"

You nod, although in other circumstances you would definitely find out what it's like to shag that delectable rump instead.

"Yes, that's fine. In fact, are you ready to order, Julia?"

She is, choosing a salad ("I have to watch my figure, you know"), whilst you order something more substantial. Spanking girls all day has given you an appetite! Amy scuttles away, her face still wet, although she has stopped crying.